Tim Green aka atoach:
What is there here to court my stay
Tim Green aka atoach:
In robes of white arrayed
Tim Green aka atoach:
He is withered like grass
Tim Green aka atoach:
Farewell, farewell my parents dear
Tim Green aka atoach:
We left behind ten Children dear
Tim Green aka atoach:
Happy soul, thy days are ended
Tim Green aka atoach:
The mother gave in tears and pain
Tim Green aka atoach:
Oh check the sigh, oh dry the tear
Tim Green aka atoach:
Farewell dear friends my Glafs is run
Tim Green aka atoach:
Her Councils Have Come To An End
Tim Green aka atoach:
A Painful Malady Gave the Final Blow
Tim Green aka atoach:
Weep not dear friends
Tim Green aka atoach:
Methinks I see them joyful stand
Tim Green aka atoach:
Beneath this stone a patriot is laid
Tim Green aka atoach:
Our Little Harmless Dove
Tim Green aka atoach:
Joys in the realms above
Tim Green aka atoach:
Call'd hence by early doom
Tim Green aka atoach:
The Trumpet Shall Sound
Tim Green aka atoach:
In hope of future blifs
Tim Green aka atoach:
Frail and Subject to Decay
Tim Green aka atoach:
Farewell dear friend
Tim Green aka atoach:
Life story
Tim Green aka atoach:
Afflictions sore
Tim Green aka atoach:
Grieve not, dear wife
Tim Green aka atoach:
Death is a friend to all the faints
Tim Green aka atoach:
Respect The Soldier's Dust
Tim Green aka atoach:
Corruption, earth and worms shall but refine this flesh
Tim Green aka atoach:
Why look with sorrow on the sod
Tim Green aka atoach:
Death hath me met in all my bloom
Tim Green aka atoach:
Severely afflicted, yet when most depress'd
